If there's one thing I am not embarrassed to talk about, it's the fact that my wife is usually right. I wish this was an embellishment or whatever, But instead, it's a proven fact. When we were getting ready to go to my high school reunion across the country, we paid for a non-stop flight, or so I thought. It turned out that it was a two-stop flight with a thirteen-hour layover. Marcie was not happy.
"Leo, what were you thinking?" she asked me, her voice being colder than the usual.
"I booked two first-class seats to my hometown. I thought I specified non-stop."
"Well, I think you should let me do the talking when we get there. I have a better game face when it comes to negotiating."
I looked at her with the "Oh no you didn't" face before she spoke up.
"That doesn't require butting heads together."
I could not argue with that. We made it to the airport where, true to her word, she was able to negotiate it, so we still had two flights, but no more than a two-hour layover. As she walked back to me smiling, I conceded defeat. She kissed me on the forehead before we proceeded to the TSA checkpoint. It was at this point Marcie made a small mistake.
In some airports, you can reserve a spot so you don't have to wait in a long line to get screened. Unfortunately, Marcie forgot to reserve it. So we stood in a long line for a while, waiting until our time came up before we took off our shoes, put our carry on bags on the conveyor and made it through. By this time, she was a little wore down. We found our gate and sat down before we just allowed ourselves to calm down. Traveling is not our strong suit. It's one reason why we rarely travelled.